Doomtree, Dessa, Mike Mictlan - Kid Gloves lyrics

I don’t fight just to bleed (I won’t)
I wear my stripes on my sleeve
And keep my heart where it’s supposed to be
I know my enemy
Only let my friends close to me
Cleared my head
Awoke myself from your broken dream

It gets hard doesn’t it
Like love and war is redundant
Both demand strong hands, strong stomachs
I rock brass knuckles over my kid gloves
Like you wake up with busted teeth
But know you felt real love
You felt real, you felt real love
You felt real, you felt real love
I rock brass knuckles over my kid gloves
Like you wake up with busted teeth
But know you felt real love
You felt real, you felt real love
You felt real, you felt real love
I rock brass knuckles over my kid gloves
Broke your heart, broke your jaw
But, you know you felt real love

She’s got that swagger now
Dagger in the back, Flashdance
And frantic answers to questions of fast cash
The face of an angel with
The eyes of an alcoholic
Looking for love but always
Drunk when it’s calling
Got that last call chasing a
Dream weaver and that’s all
Those lips look like love to lip readers
But up close it’s the worlds deadliest venom
Girl playing woman swimming through men
Liquored up to the linen
Daddy’s little under-ager, undercover agent
Aging under the covers of
A hundred lovers’ faces
But let’s face it, that make-up
Is wasting her beauty, that’s basic
Filling a void, but evasive and vacant
I tried to avoid
But she stays patiently naked
Crying wolf to this pagan
Until her Maybeline faded
Into her necklace and bracelet
It made her painless and jaded
I hated to chase her
Hated it more when it came to dating

You felt real, you felt real love
You felt real, you felt real love
I rock glass fronts over my bare teeth
Like you wake up with broken dreams
But know you felt real love
You felt real, you felt real love
You felt real, you felt real love
I rock glass fronts over my bare teeth
Like you wake up with broken dreams
But know you felt real

Babe it’s work to whistle
If it’s love it’s labor
I’m the first to issue an
Admission of my bad behavior
I’m a mouthy little drunk and I’m
A tyrant when I’m angry
Clumsy with company, careful with family
Break bones before promises
Throw stone before towels
I get nervous at parties but
I’m like bedrock at hospitals
So fuck my birthstone, what’s my blood type?
Let’s do this thing with a little
Bold nerve and a little foresight
‘course I expect the shit to get rough cause
It always does in life and love
Best you can do is try
To find other survivors
Take flight or get fried to wire
They light the briar but
I got your back when you’re
Feet to the fire love

Real recognize real
Like counterfeit's rejected
Come correct or kindly leave the table now
Fold your hand but your
Pocket's not protected
It takes one to know one
And two to double down real recognize real
Like counterfeit's rejected
Come correct or kindly leave the table now
Fold your hand but your
Pocket's not protected
It takes one to know one
And two to double down
My blood is thicker than liquor
Your skin is thinner than money
I've seen a ghost in
Every picture you've taken
This love is hidden in scripture
My pen is splintered and bloody
I hear a ghost in every record I'm making
My blood is thicker than liquor
Your skin is thinner than money
I've seen a ghost in
Every picture you've taken
This love is hidden in scripture
My pen is splintered and bloody
I hear a ghost in every record I'm making